Sunday, June 22, 2008

OK, so I'm selling security systems door-to-door this summer to help pay for law school. Here's an excerpt from a conversation I had whilst speaking with on of the prepubescent youths I met on my route near inner-city Indianapolis:

9-year-old boyHey! Whatchoo doin' there?

MeJust selling alarms. What are you doing?

9-year-old boyTricks on my bike. How old are you?

Me25. You?

9-year-old boyNa-ane (nine). Can you do tyyyte tricks like this?(Boy sits on seat of bike with legs hanging over the handle bars.)

Me(Trying not too sound too lame) Yeah, but it'd have to be a bigger bike.

9-year-old boyTyyte. Now what about ramping one of those cars up to the street lamp? Then down the roof? That'd be tyyyyyyyyyyte!

9-year-old boyHey, shut up. Man's gotta go to work.(Pause)Can you ramp up the car on the light, then do a pop-a-wheelie on the top? That'd be tyyyyyte!

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So this went on, in this pattern, for about 10 minutes. Each day I passed those kids, the same thing would happen, with the 9-year-old kid showing me some new tricks he learned from his older, much more skilled brother. Because "he was 20."

Sunday, June 15, 2008

OK, so I don't know where my little peanut of a son or daughter gets it from, but ultrasounds show that our new baby is rhythmically astute. Now, I've seen Kelsi "dance" and those of you who know me know understand that I require two sets of parenthesis when using the term dance, so I'm not sure.

The friendliness of our baby has to come from Kelsi. It was waving to the camera during the length of the its debut, but we're not sure until it comes out what that all means. It could simply be mocking us.

Probably mocking.

But yeah, we're having a baby. Which is a funny thought. Not really the baby part of it, but that couples say "we're having a baby." The last time I checked, I'm not the one with a fetus inside my uterus (I have one?) causing uncontrolled nausea fits and a weak bladder.

Yet, we're preggers. Which is the endearing term I give my wife.

So we have pictures of the ultrasound, and they'll be up shortly, but for now anyone interested will just have to check this out, it's the closest thing to what I saw in the doctor's office:

On a side note, I could blog about that video for days--mainly as to why there wasn't any soundtrack to the taping.

Blech.

But it's a really happy time for me right now. And it mostly all has to do with "us" being preggers. Kelsi is due January 2, so I might have her induced for tax purposes. Oh the bliss of modern medicine.

So we've considered names (well, I've got a list) that starts with Zero if it's a boy and Seffola if it's a girl. Let me know what you think, and let me know if you or anyone else had an ultrasound that looked like an alien. And we'll have pics up shortly.